cause I've been awake at night..

Sloshing in the back of my cranium, current never stagnant..

Knitted Freedom.

I'll never get tired of looking at this stuff in the metro..

The only acceptable flower shirt, Moms has the street smarts.

Heaven, in paper back form.

National Gallery, London (Last night of roaming)

[this is what I think of when the term 'kickback' gets thrown around]

the flight home was a breeze.

there is a reason for this hiatus...

-lowt

he can be gentle..

* Paris, France: May, 2010

I've taken flight. Turned enemies to friends and have seen buildings grin. The digits I look down to have fallen off and regrown. Twice. Soles are no longer made of skin, but cobblestone. Some fears have grown stronger, some habits changed. A family thousands of miles away lent me a key to their home. They've settled within a section of my chest. That ledge I used to stand on, afraid to lift a wing, has shifted out of the frame. Bring on the the open seas, I've learned a few things. These digits will regrow. See you in the Baltic, I've got an e.t.a to honor.